"Ship Butcher is on our—"
The report on the Chaos flagship's command deck cut off abruptly.
It was replaced by an explosion, followed by the beeping of a communication channel gone silent.
Harkon stood by the viewport with his back to everyone.
That composed silhouette concealed Harkon's thoughts, as well as the faint cold sweat seeping out near his spine, making the others feel that Star-Stealer was at least somewhat dependable.
No one was unaware of who Ship Butcher was. The title had originated among the Red Corsairs, spreading alongside his utterly outrageous exploits and the technical personnel sent by the Red Corsairs to the Black Legion after Abaddon and Huron began cooperating. Thus, both the name Ship Butcher and his deeds became widely known.
This was the Chaos faction's version of the "portrait of the Lord of Valor."
Harkon turned his gaze toward the Glory of Macragge.
He suddenly felt grateful for that colossal warship.
His flagship had retreated because it could not withstand the Glory of Macragge's firepower, rather than taking the lead as it had when facing the Iron Hands.
Otherwise, Ship Butcher would have crashed straight into the flagship. Everyone on the command deck, without exception, would have been slaughtered.
Harkon was also grateful to the Red Corsairs, even though he had conflicts with them.
The beginning of Ship Butcher's notoriety had been the Webway battle during the Red Corsairs' struggle for the Navigation Tower. The Red Corsairs' warships had tested Lu Jin's anti-ship capabilities with their lives.
They had even lost a battleship.
If there had been enough people with enough influence aboard that battleship, then the name spreading through the Chaos naval forces would not have been Ship Butcher, but Battleship Butcher.
"Why a frigate?"
Harkon suddenly turned around and posed the question to